Self Stinging

there is a series of great halls.
i am standing at the intersection
of three. a doctor is giving instruction
as to the administration of intravenous
medication. i am standing on a patch
of my own skin, about four feet by four feet. like standing on a carpet. i hold
a syringe and i am poking myself in the locations as directed by the doctor. i look forward and see a figure apear in a distant room connected by the halls. their sillouette greys until they disapear into bright light. i awake. can't sleep for hours